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L. Scatter (aka L. Scatterbrain)Los Angeles, California

L. Scatterbrain is deeply rooted in L.A. underground Hip Hop. Building his skills since youth at open mic workshops like the
Foundation Funkollective and Project Blowed. Professionally recording and releasing music on vinyl since 2002, L. Scatter continues to make his mark. Working with J.U.I.C.E. as an MC facilitator and the Universal Zulu Nation Los Angeles to reach the youth through Hip Hop....more

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It’s Dr. Bombrain, my introduction busts in
Like a thief in the night ‘bout to clutch him somethin’
Grabbin’ your attention with the use of production
Grey matter scatter at the push of a button
Vocal tone that condones discussion
That’s somethin’ like my function: Eduruction
My education’s a force of destruction
That levels out the playing field, controlled by corruption
It’s my disruption of the perfect system
Whose military’s enlisting the poverty stricken
And the clock keeps tickin’
Runnin’ out of time to find the mind victims
On the fine line, I find their minds twistin’
And blown in the wind begin to find wisdom
And I know your minds glisten
And shine like the suns and daughters I find wishin’
Well to those around them and not tryin to pound them
I’m waltzin’ past my enemies whose mad I ain’t found them
(can’t stop me) can’t stop me now then
The circle draws heat like it’s related to soundscan
Some liquid courage for the loud man
Who’s jabberin’ on like he knows what it’s all about and
Who rocks the mic like the crowd would hound them?
We do we do, now turn around man
Your house on the hill is getting’ smashed to bits
Erosion is the potion for that rich bastard shit
For all the time I’ve taken to master this
It’s in the bag and that’s it
April showers, drenched in acid
Got my armor for the wars that’s come to pass it’s
Ridiculous how they mask this shit
Run bush over with my race car, now that’s the shift
Now just in case it’s too hot to contain
My uzi weighs a megaton ‘bout to unchain
My table of contents straight no nonsense
One hell of a concept: Dr. Bombrain

Track Name: Waltzin'

Waltzin’

By L. Scatterbrain

All the roadblocks and obstacles, detours past impossible
barriers will bury you in bureaucracy like hospitals
It’s possible my optical acuity is soon to be
my best offense with no imagined ingenuity
Examined and exhumed would be remains in the terrain,
of the underground explorers before L. Scatterbrain
I came, saw and conquered like an opera
but left “U” out like computer being compter
Typos, they might hold but tight flows’ what might go
hyped with a mic, so what’s right with this cycle?
of psychos recycled, the type with no mic skills
whose tight ‘cause their hype builds, and dome with limelight fills
The back’s where I enter, pages turn on the center stage
left when they exit, I’m next with their letter grade
“F” what they do, “F” their crew what they wanna do
is lock all their doors, but that and more isn’t gonna soon

All the defense and weak fences kept up to keep them
outsiders outside, or the freaks on the deep end
I peep at what’s keepin’ us out every weekend
and Monday through Friday, it’s my way I’m speakin’
Industry parties, in’s where I’m sneakin’
where secrets are leakin’ fake smiles with a greeting
with morons, imbeciles, idiots, cretins
and stupid as it seems, it’s the scene where they’re meeting
Decisions are made, and what’s made is what’s eaten
consumed by the people, and more is what they’re seeking
Marketing strategies, tactics to weaken
the mine that they dig and the minds that they’re reaching
In time they’ll be peaking, cresting, ceasing
but cycles are cycles it’s back in a season
Keep it I’ll keep on ‘til New Years Day weekend
I’m bouncing’ to Barstow, then Vegas to freak ‘em

All the red lights instead might be green when I let mics
fly like a deathstrike at deer in my headlights
Rhymes in my head shine like dawn when I shed night
like cloaks, when I spoke like the law like Judge Dredd might
I’m no Stallone but I set right
Rocky terrain, jog your brain like a lead pipe
You see stars as they bled light
useless noise like feedback that you fed mics
A thread like a stitch in time entwined med like
Surgical strike, “Never Get To Me” I said right?
You infiltrate us, I’m right back with a head pike
I’ll put your leader at the gates, waitin’ on a dead spike
with vultures acting as his head lice
Decline of an empire, your regime is dead to rights
and your carcass, is what I set sights on,
taking your last breath like…

(M) It’s the cipher, no hesitation turn rotation
Rhyme revistation, fresh the destination
Vibin’ off the last individual flippin’ it free no residual payment
Disrespect gets you slayed quick
Your stamina won’t last
Take your 16 bars and then pass
Don’t merge with my turn, and when you gonna learn?
You step and get burned…(With no concern as we turn like)

Spokes in a hub with a spinning wheel feel
Spoken in turn while spittin’ the real steel
Smoke from the burning herbs while my words spill
This ain’t a motion picture with an urbanized feel
It’s a ritual of getting all the energy out
It’s habitual to me so you ain’t turnin’ me out
Even in transit you can’t spit so can it
Your brain needs to transmit sometin’ better to the letter

‘Cause the circle draws heat
And competitors with a need to compete
It’s combat on concrete
You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2)

No reversal of fortune, I torture you orphans
Overdosed and overendorphined I’m morphin’
Heads into distortion for static it’s automatic, and all too often,
I stepchild the buckwild with a freestyle
I leave them hangin’ in the meanwhile
I mean while I’m rappin’ they be senile
I see Nile and Amazonian riverflows
I leave UPS’d when I deliver those

(M) In the spot with old skate shoes
Already respect is at a minimal (dork)
But I be flippin’ it like a faded criminal (damn)
You think ‘cause I look nerdy that you could serve me?
You better think again like part 2
‘cause I be comin’ at this mic like a harpoon
wack is the target and I got a dart for them
Representin’ fresh in this verbal artform
Keep the cipher in rotation, no hesitation…

‘Cause the circle draws heat
And competitors with a need to compete
Combat on concrete
You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2)

Unmitigated mayhem, the main man, I’ll maim them
In a mainland melee when
the Islander’s wildin’ you’re advised to play them
Back walls ‘cause I crack y’all with a caveman
Cantankerousness
My word is an equivalent to shank in your chest just
save your bravado for Johnny Bravo
You’re green with envy but get diced like an avocado thinkin’ you got flows

(M) Fresh in the definition when I be rippin’ it tight
Intensely bringin’ the heat we grippin’ the mic
Bringing them to their feet at the end of the night
Peep the verbal debate but rock a show date
‘til they say it’s too late, I’m never quittin’
Just freestyle rhyme spittin’, wackness is forbidden
At home leave your written, prepare for the collision
In the cipher, ‘cause I’m a lifer…

‘Cause the circle draws heat
And competitors with a need to compete
Combat on concrete
You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2)

Track Name: Liquid Courage

Liquid Courage
By L. Scatterbrain

Look out weekend, it’s like we’re tweekin’
Workin’ every day of the week, and how we’re speakin’
About how it’ll feel to unwind
Reachin’ our limits lookin’ without knowin’ what we’ll find
And I’m, known to have little concern
Outside of earnin’ some money cashin’ a check to watch it burn
Self-perpetuating cycle
Little room for ambition that this lifestyle might kill
Hype still, it might seem but I’m jaded
More than meets the eye on the scene when I get faded
Caught up in complacency as if I’d made it
What’s the point in making the cheese if it gets grated
Shredded, made moves that I’ve regretted
Reflections on the surface of my drink, but I don’t sweat it
In my mind it’s embedded
Get off your ass get out and go and get it

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up
The sun goes down, the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up

It’s coming back up, ugh, I taste esophagus
Mixed with bile and it’s foul but a lot of us
Hit the bottle ‘cause we’re anonymous
It doesn’t care who you are and how the drama does
Damage, but we manage to escape
To a mind altering state, and debate that makes the trauma
Almost bearable, at least forgotten
For the time being, being that I have gotten
Myself between a rock and hard place
Reach for the stars face the heavens, but I’m seven steps from shovin’
My head in a bowl losin’ control
‘Cause no ones taking me out of my musical hole
Sound reverberates and muddles the drumroll
A ripple in the pond symbolizing the unfolding
Of a soul in reflection of warped mirrors
Objects seem closer than they appear but not clearer

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up
The sun goes down the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up

Intoxication vacation, degradation
Of the buzz that it’s makin’ precision vision shaken
Not stirred and words come out slurred
Isolation in the field like cattle without herds
Playing the field, despite that sights blurred
Through the lens of the bottle, see supermodels with curves
Navigate through crowds of hippies, G’s and herbs
I thank God I ain’t smoked no herb and that’s word
‘Cause I already regret what’s occurred
spittin’ game to some chicks when I’m sober are to the curb
and when I’m drunk they’re like “Word!”
I’m a nerd, ‘cause they’re walking away and I get what I deserve

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up
The sun goes down the moon comes up
Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup
But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt
You know it might be coming back up coming back up

Track Name: L. Scatterbrain with Ill Plus&Ecko - We Do

We Do
By L. Scatterbrain with Ill plus and Ecko

Who keeps the masses drenched in fear?
Whose murdered by the burger and the quench of beer
Thirst for the power and it’s inching near
Driven by a destiny that’s engineered
Not afraid to hold the wheel that’s meant to steer
Society’s direction, though it’s unclear
Motives overrode this sense of sheer
Humanity when planning these acts right here…

Who moves the crowd with no delay?
Who rocks the mic to the break of day?
We do, We do
Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on?
Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on?
We do We do

(Ecko) Our secret society is most anonymous
witness the rituals we’re about to bust.
With sacred chants and dances /
most try to imitate and sell to the masses,
Not a holy order or demonic,/
skills displayed are most astronomic.
To the highest level, equipped with a scratch and a fade of treble./
Run rampant like a Tatooine rebel.

(IllPlus)It’s the individual that makes it a ritual/
to soundbomb wit syntax blast and then get rid of you/
witness the arsenal when I drop this parcel/
victory undisputed decision is never partial/
gladly accept you behind just a step/
or become just anotha tool used to build my rep/
you just a side show, we da main feature/
beat chu down like brand nub when bringin doom like king gheedorah...

Who moves the crowd with no delay?
Who rocks the mic to the break of day?
We do, We do
Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on?
Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on?
We do We do

Who is the unseen hand at work?
Who pulls so hard that it had to hurt
Still shrouded by shadows and had to lurk
And hits a Unabomber shack to work, on mad alert
Mailing these bombs berserk
Deeper than appearances on the surface
With a list of conquered jerks
Bury competition and stomp the earth

(Ecko) Not history but a mystery
and the machine /we keep is only for the worthy to be seen.
Most think they have what it takes to take us down./
But ask around
if anyone’s ever beat the numerous sound,
ask and be shunned like Krusty’s clown./
So ask again who destroyed ya crew,/
who brought you to the wall and pushed you thru.

Who moves the crowd with no delay?
Who rocks the mic to the break of day?
We do, We do
Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on?
Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on?
We do We do

Track Name: L. Scatterbrain and StevenPol (StotheP) - Erosion

Erosion
By L. Scatterbrain and StevenPol Huelar

The ocean swell is akin to flow intelligence
Not frozen in time like gelatin, but all enveloping
With mass like elephants, fluid benevolence
Or liquid vengeance unleashed against the elements
You might as well be, you’re shaking like jelly
Breakdown molecular protecting your retina from the
Flashpoint, ignition is past point
of no return and you’re no concern trying to be telling me
What’s what, you drunken on nut slut
Lifestyle of decadence in a self-destruct rut
And time’s up and I’m here to collect
On a debt that resulted from years of disrespect
You steer to misdirect and fear the insurrection
That’s imminent truth self-evident you neglect
To recognize the wise, it’s an explosion
Of education, diffusion, erosion

It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’
Statuesque, but we’re erosion
It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen
On top of the hill now
But there’s erosion X2

(SP) The inevitable occurrence/
The best are victims of deterrence/
But I stay waiting like a soldier on a turret/
For those who oppose die/
Like you born and conditioned to live to decompose/
I was conceived like a thought to rebel so anything goes…so fry/
‘Cause listening to me is like sticking your finger in a socket/
The guy who you can’t see like Bilbo that hobbit/
Too high for those who try to climb/
Impossible to defy/ Ideas you deny cry cause everything in your System has eroded/
Like we were a new form with DNA encoded/
Sly like an assassin on a moped/
Enough to seep past the strongest of survival/
Through this vast mass of dung heap we could travel/
Dropping seeds to what wasn’t properly handled when we get by/
Bring reign where it’s dry

It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’
Statuesque, but we’re erosion
It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen
On top of the hill now
But there’s erosion X2

(SP)To compensate for damages/ We bring our rhyme like bandages/
Heal to leave a scar a paradox like civil savages/
Your vicious cycle returns/ Turned over like an intern/
Set the rest aside like studying for a midterm

The upper class I bash
I don’t hear students disapproving ‘bout what’s taught in my class
And even rags to riches to trash
The nouveau riche and the beast won’t be feasting on my ass
And even though what’s passed is the past
You’ll be falling off you’re pedestal acting all high class
It’s best you don’t be getting all gassed
The force of a forest fire you’ll be finding in my blast

(SP) Vroooom…To the future like Delorean/
Determine how time lands just like Gregorian/
Bad, good decision/ Emotions from the system/
Lyrical emission/ We rock like molten its Erosion

It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’
Statuesque, but we’re erosion
It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen
On top of the hill now
But there’s erosion X2

Track Name: In The Bag

In the Bag

By L. Scatterbrain

In a lapse in the gaps of the mind or the memory
Dismemberments the penalty of traps that are set to be
Sprung like a gunshot, one by one caught
Short-term loss makes my long-term unblocked
Marksman, and I’m tracking it for one shot
Efficiency is the mission, ‘bout to flare up like a sunspot
I got a jones for the headphones and monitors with sweet zones
In the labs where the heat’s on
No crystal meth or pistol deaths
Making official steps to boost my fiscal health
Without compromising integrity
Unlikely ‘cause lies be comprising this industry
Fuck smiling and sleeping with the enemy
I’m the keeper of my destiny independence what’s best to me
And pretentiously they step to me
‘cause my obsession be spittin’ professionally

For the goals that I’ve set forth,
For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag
And for the suckers that fronted on me
And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag
Or like the trees that you broke up
That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag
Or on this road that I kept on
And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag

It’s been, under consideration
The moves that I’m making, doubts that I’m creating
Shaking, my worn faith like temptation
‘til I feel the vibration and mounting motivation
Still it lingers like an ache in
the back of my head, packed in like lead so it’s weighing
heavily. I gave it my better be-
fore it was my best, now my best bets to step to the
A.M. midnight oil blazin’
Sacrifice sleep to keep the stakes raising
In and out of the Los Angeles basin
I keep up the pace while cats be freebasing
In other words, time wastin’
By lacing the beat, my feet stay in the race and
pound the concrete and reap through preparation
rewards when I’m on the boards with inspiration
For the goals that I’ve set forth,
For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag
And for the suckers that fronted on me
And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag
Or like the trees that you broke up
That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag
Or on this road that I kept on
And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag

It’s a race against the clock some
Deadlines are headlines in chronicles of costing
More than all your options have weighed out
You’re thinking how your life would’ve resulted had you stayed out
Of the business that you’ve laid out
With the hunger it’s no wonder that your engine never gave out
But it seems that you’re a slave now
To the rhythm but you’re giving it a minute to get paid now
It’s a labor of love above pay how-
ever forever’s what it seems as you stay down
Refuse to lose, give up, or lay down
Can’t afford the Concorde or better than a Greyhound
And road trip through the rain while
I focus my scope, it’s vital that I don’t aim wild
But I’ll ride ‘til the streets unpaved how
ever the terrain, I play the game to stay around

For the goals that I’ve set forth,
For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag
And for the suckers that fronted on me
And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag
Or like the trees that you broke up
That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag
Or on this road that I kept on
And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag

Track Name: April Showers

April Showers

By L. Scatterbrain

On set to set with no sweat to settle it
Waging word warfare, or hot lead and metal it
Program a beat, or build bombs to kill calm
Spoken in demeanor, or a heater to quill com-
parison, I’m pairing them as the pen or the sword
Unspoken like Penn’s Teller when I settle the score
War spreads like spores from caps or cloud cores
Mushroom how it blooms disaster will outpour
From snow-capped summits to sands on seashores
Elevates from debates to bullets to C-4
to megaton bombs change like Megatron on the Ark
When the EMP hits it’s dark
Stone age in a cave, condos become cages
You won’t exist to be in those history pages
There ain’t no mystery, civility plays this
Duality of man, deceitful disgraces

April showers drenched in acid rain
Hail formed howitzers tower in pain
Monumental misery we go through it again
(Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRS X2

Spring mist envelops the ring tips
Of grenades like a blade delayed to bring this
April shower to bloom as May flower
Petals of shrapnel, metal to overpower
We’re losing focus, these locusts that devour
these crops, make their heartbeat stop every hour
The word population control can’t console
The next of kin who’s checking the lost soul
Boiling point annihilation is imminent
Two-legged parasites bottom feeding on the sediment
Scavengers, both amateur and professional
Society’s saboteurs with blessings from the congressional
With no confessional, the church don’t work no more
Plus they’re remorseless of course it’s a course that’s
well traveled, in the saddle, herding cattle
Cowboys on the range, don’t change looking for battle

April showers drenched in acid rain
Hail formed howitzers tower in pain
Monumental misery we go through it again
(Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRSX2

Greenery can seem to be just scenery but easily
camouflages the scheming and the thievery
the shepherd and the tyranny of evil men will needle in
leaving punctures bleeding and your fate is what they’re sealing in
Outer layers peeling and the inner core revealing an
ostentatiously rotten evil that you feel within
Pride and contention increase in the tension in
the braces can break the dam with no retention
The deluge will slay crews, lungs filled with H2
O will asphyxiate, ironically it sets it straight
For forty days and more nights
will wail those who failed to follow their foresight
Now it’s darkest before light
then the dawn brings a bomb strike, B-52 arclight
April showers, soaked in bomb parts
by the dawns early light and cops at rampart

April showers drenched in acid rain
Hail formed howitzers tower in pain
Monumental misery we go through it again
(Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRS X2

Track Name: L. Scatterbrain and Technique Mighty Thor - Armor Wars

Armor Wars

By L. Scatterbrain and Technique Mighty Thor

In these armor wars…heat seek and found your flaws,
Air to ground barrage, enough to drown your draws
G.P. Satellites pinpoint your co-ordinates
Won’t see me with a peace treaty in accordance with my ordnance
In orbit it’s, spinning around like the planetoid
Electo-mag counter measures render suckers damned and void
In the void of space you avoid my face
So instead of destroying your base I deploy my chase
Mechanized movements’ improvement
On human physicality brutality’s blueprint
Now watch me leave my size 95 shoeprint
On the neck of your mech take your head like recoupment
War Machine recruitment
Like Jim Rhodes blood staining your gym clothes when you implode
And then load PIN codes as my intel for your info
It’s simple your armor’s just a pinto when I skin those

Exo-Skeletal strength for combat
Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap
Independent operatives taking a contract
Transmit the frequency ready to contact with
Exo-Skeletal strength for combat
Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap
Independent operatives taking a contract
Transmit the frequency ready to contact with

(TMT) You have entered the armored foundation/
along with me my microphone is a creation/
fuck what others say I’m at peace with self/
because I took armor off the shelf /
Allah told me never be concerned with another human beings wealth/
Odin sent me to midgard with armor take care of yourself/
I been in war after war against evil beings/
avengers took on madmen to fiends/
why they have twisted minds and vertebras/
watch my power as my acid sprays/
the armor I wear protects me from arsenic/
turn maximus the mad into a maniac/
robots can't defeat me ask Ultron and Brainiac/
Armor Wars the true meaning of poetic athletics/
May I tamper with your mutant genetics/ bust off energy without kinetics/

(TMT) …L. Scatterbrain I will leave you fatigued/
we remain victorious so we ruin the league/
Causing national chaos and intrigue/
Your residence is full but you’re alone/
Wreck communities like a cyclone/
Your actions will never be atoned/
Show up at that venue fully armored his show is postponed/ stay in the zone
Where I get my armor, that's unknown

Auto balance gyros, shoulder mounted missile silos
Nav-Sat uplink enough thinking to file those
Memory banks, rendering tanks like “File closed,
No longer concerned” ‘cause I burn them with pyro-
technic techniques and Mighty Thor will fly those
heads and ScatterShot’s repulsor blast will fry those
defenses, no measure to the threat that I pose
System crash when I froze and leave big brother’s eyes closed

Behind the wheel I divine a feel for the tarmac
Push my car back for the art that
Moves, feel the groove when I slide by
G’s push my ride sideways this ain’t a drive by
Rubber lose grip like a pigpen
Squeals from the wheels, when I want to it digs in
‘Cause control is upper eschelon
rack and pinion telepathic when the pressure’s on
Exhaust will waft in through cracks in the windows
Mixed with white smoke from the Nittos
Cats today, they want to ditto
Been losing grip since ’96 makin’ widows
And almost getting killed though
Flipped 180 on the 110 with skill though
That turn was unexpected
Unless you want a wreck kid, best to respect it

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2

Top speed, I’m not that cocky
Potholes and rocky road blocks on ghetto blocks be
Filled with impacts like hockey
Serve curves on Mulholland like David Hockney
On the road to the studio,
Bumpin’ sussudio or something by Coolio
Or 1110 bel air place by Julio,
It’s logical, anything’s possible if you knew me bro
Some swear by the Kumhos
Pirellis turn to jelly on the toast where the spoon goes
The rough surface ain’t worthless
The street’s where I bring my heat to sweet surf this
Sidewalk like a skater
If you hit a parked car then it’s “peace, see you later”
But I got the force like Darth Vader
‘Cause I’ll be the father that abandoned these haters

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2

I had a 240SX with an S&S header
KA24E I’d see sever
From single cam screamer to sideways shredder
Now 240Z ’73 much better
Plus the smog exempt status
Allows me to build this mother as bad as
I want, with an SR20 apparatus
Like my 510 brethren
But don’t look down on a brother ‘cause he’s trying to put a four in a six bay
Turbocharged champ, built in a sick way
I’d like to say, peace to Super Mario
Off to TSR we go, mashin’ through the barrio
In my car we blow doors off these sorry joes’
Even though my car’s old, older than Atari bro
In Wangan, it’s midnight officially
You still can’t get with me son, this ain’t InitialD!

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2

Track Name: L. Scatterbrain and Regeye - Just In Case

Just In Case

By L. Scatterbrain and Regeye

I want peace, I’m preparing for war
I got a piece for the beast plus the ammo and more
fortitude, fortuitous that settling scores
is my specialty especially when metal’s involved
The unjust is one bust from returning to dust
Ashes to ashes, time passes and my gun rusts
Can’t live by the heater like some fucking gun nut
Life has no editing live and uncut
I’d like to put down the weaponry but it’s getting’ me
And mine like a landmine or like leprosy
Things fall apart, breakin’ bonds or uprootin’ it
What’s the use of a gun if you ain’t shootin’ it
What’s the value of sanity if you’re losin’ it
And what is the meaning of life if you ain’t choosing it
If power makes us cower when they’re abusing it
The power of the projectile is what we’re using

Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face
Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place
Just in case. No harmony exists in the race
Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place
Just in case. They want a military base to replace
Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased
Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased
From memory remember what oppression creates

(Reg) You can’t begin to fathom like phantom punch KO
Ransom note to Saddam, forged the A Salaam
Two mega ton aces up the sleeve armed
Similar those eses’ with shanks palmed
Radio co-ordinates equip the napalm
On merchant ships and seize their oil drums
Shady individuals frontin’ the light sun
Saying they’re for the people and taking the lump sum
Camouflaged with my degree, conceal my firearm
Rat race to reach position to fire from
Because my alter ego bring heat light like firestorm
But everyday, mild mannered remain calm
And you all know that's what happens before the storm
To rain on your parade of double speak double tongue
I (w)rap like a boa constrictor 10 miles long
And cut heads of state like Lapu Lapu's balisong.

Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face
Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place
Just in case. No harmony exists in the race
Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place
Just in case. They want a military base to replace
Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased
Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased
From memory remember what oppression creates

My uzi weighs a megaton
WMD the empty run has just begun
You can’t plant nuclear plants like you would dump a gun
Or a crack vial, there’s packed files of them pumpin’ some
misinformation from bush’s administration
On a monthly schedule, blood flows like menstruation
And mimic making a difference for peoples’ sake and
Got a hand up the rear of the puppets that run the nations

(Reg) Hence…we lock it down like constipation
constant elevation all across the boards
One accord, one sword, we captivate the masses
We provide the glasses to government molasses
Inebriated with lies, Democratic asses
And to provide a disguise, lowering the taxes
Oh what a surprise, winning over upper classes
So I’m here to provide truth, I’m here to provide…

Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face
Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place
Just in case. No harmony exists in the race
Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place
Just in case. They want a military base to replace
Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased
Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased
From memory remember what oppression creates

Track Name: L. Scatterbrain and The Numerous CAT - All Games

ALL GAMES (Contain the Idea of Death)With the Numerous Cat
by L. ScatterBrain and StevenPol

You can’t win if you don’t play,
and if you can’t win for losin’ then it’s better if you don’t lay
your bets down, as bad as it gets now
It could get worse, you could get hurt
or get a hearse as your transport
eight heads in my jansport
make me a winner, on the food chain you’re just a dinner
a light snack or a food stain on a splinter
for toothpickin’, I’ll kick him in the crotch
useless as a victim, like diamonds stickin’ on a watch
Luxurious greed as motivation
is just the sustenance to feed this generation
if that’s what gets you up in the morning
You might lose friends, nobody’s coming for the mourning
Should you fear the grim referee
there’s experience to learn and the lesson will be
experience you earn and rest of it be…
All games contain the idea of death
the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath”
So watch your step
instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2)
(SP) It’s a contest for the fittest of survival/
Where the chance to live ultimately becomes a title/
you take from a rival/ It’s a trophy you wear it like a badge/
Until the probability of winning becomes bad/
Slim like facing the serrated edge of a knife/
Grim like killing your competitors who challenge you to a duel/
Giving you enough fuel for you to strike/
When the opportunity is ripe for the picking/
It’s amazing what people will do for the winning/
Gripping and snatching limited resources for the champ/ To make you the chimp/
Below the level of advantage you’re shrimp/ In the Net with The rest to be eaten/
So prepare for the consequences before your beaten/
down By the one who had the trap set/
So Kick Back relax and smoke a cigarette/ Cause all Games Contain the idea of this!!!
All games contain the idea of death
the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath”
so watch your step
instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2)
Sudden death overtime, three strikes you’re out
Massacre on the court, martial art, blood sport, with no doubt
beyond the shadow of the spec-
-ulation is the makings of every regret
The game exists, to train the brain to take the pain
or agony, the same as losing when playing
and it’s plain to see you came to be
an athlete or a hero in every degree
But severance be, lurking just below
quick to grab the appendages of those who walk too slow
The element of risk, is the cement that builds
a climactic cohesion in respect to skills
Stuck to the edge of your seat, as tension fills
the room, like doom, going in for the kill
Suspense is pretense, for the danger exists
for all games contain the idea of this…
All games contain the idea of death
the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath”
so watch your step
instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2)